When the entire day had passed, and we sat down for supper, he had to admit something had gone wrong. “Do you feel anything? The change should have...been through by now.” “Nothing.” A slight tremble in my voice was evidence of my growing fear. “Hmm…. I’ll make you another potion. There goes half of the mission’s profit. Sure you wouldn’t rather stay like this?” “What! No. Change me back,” I replied in anger. ”Now, now. It was just a joke. I reckoned as much.” His humor only served to. Now it's time to get down to your dark fantasy, Mrs D… if you're still certain that's what you want?" Amid the whirlwind in my mind, David Bowie, singing about my fascination, what changes I'm going through.Holding my breath, I nodded and moved toward the bed. I looked over my shoulder and flashed Mr Smith, my most becoming smile. Then I leaned forward, rested my hands on the firm mattress, and wiggled my hips before provocatively thrusting my bum at him. Even though he'd just ejaculated so. ‘Almost, just finishing the pasta.’ I replied. ‘There’s some beer in the fridge.’ ‘Great, grab me one.’ he said. I was about to say that he could get it when he walked thought the kitchen and into the living room. I heard him click on the news while I finished dinner. Mark commanded, ‘Hurry up with that beer! I’m thirsty.’ To which instead of replying that he knew where the fridge was, I stopped what I was doing and did as he ordered. Opening a beer and bringing it out to him. I knew he didn’t. “Well, we’ll be here to help you while that time passes,” said Jane.It was at that point that Bruce and Bobby returned.Bruce simply said, “We discussed the whole thing and now I understand. There’s nothing to worry about, Jane. We can get on with planning for the future.”His calm pronouncement brought up multiple emotions in his wife. She was used to him doing this, chewing on some problem, making up his mind about it and then making a proclamation, like he was the king, or something. It had.